Studio (Hey Mr DJ)

And so I came home tonight wishing I could drive back 5hours
Just to feel your touch. Your face.
Inhale your you. Or trace…
My fingertips on your rich skin,
That I swear within contains the silkiest oils in every pore. Im sure.
No, Certain I could ride the interstate to your highway
If it meant one more time. One more climb.
Up the stairs to your heaven.
Yes, that serene calm place you take me to.
That meadowland in the outskirts of the country you lead me thru.
It’s the only time I can trust myself to let go and run wild.
With you just laughing and imagining. Completely, Am I me
Go 5 hours just for 5 minutes.

Still yet, I lay in bed with the silkiest sheets I can find
With hopes to mimic your presence. Effervescence. Embrace your feel.
I listened to my mind run aloud and replay every sound. You made.
You were the DJ, I was your mixer. Our track a mixture.
Of what could be and what is.
I am I because you be.
My aphrodisiac. Soul’s cognac.
You were the DJ, I was your table.
Our friction resonated a beat.
Every ounce of me unable to recompose that masterpiece alone.
I need your physical to resonate my spiritual. Your non-verbal dictation

Solo tonight, I pictured a harmony I could never perform without your studio.
I gotta jones bad for your space.
A jones that’ll travel 5 willing hours just to feel 5. If you will.
You can be the DJ.
So, can I return?
Pick up a mic and resurrect 5 senses?
Lay me a 5 minute track. Again, if you will.

Immersed in my silk reality,
I hope you can sense my fire to create music. One more time. One more rhyme.
Just emerge in me and let’s re-produce this song.
Lay it down right so that the drive back is just like tonight.
Filled with me anticipating our next session.
Until next time. One more climb. Up your haven.
I’ll girth you with my talent.
Show you, I too can be DJ and make you sing.
This chemistry we have and magic we create is the best performance I've felt in a long time.
Must be the silk.
Makes your touch when you scratch this surface different.
And hey Mr. DJ, let me tell you,
I ain’t mad at ya. :)

(c) 4/4/09